THE MUSEUM OF CHILDHOOD

To dream the impossible / think the unthinkable thing

Know the unknowable 

in a past less real

Than the flickering light 

Of skulls crushed under Imploding gravity

Severe old light gashes out of mouths 

Sparking bodies hurled 

Into the

sky whispers of a sonic boom shudder

as a small child falling out of bed 

suspended mid-air then suddenly

it doesn’t cry out.

Often now crouching low you can sense a presence

In the bushes just peeking

To catch a glimpse of the real

Crawling on its belly through 

twisted limbs & sharp crystalline fossils

impossible beings

encased in leaf rot 

compacted three hundred million years ago

Eyes from under the glacier

tiny honed

Objects.